The Spinster's Exploits

My lovely switchy sub and I had a lovely weekend of erotic fun and chilling, and also managed to fit in three walks. I enjoy introducing him to the pleasures of my environs as well as sharing the pleasures of the bed and sofa!

It was a grey weekend but we managed to dodge the worst of the rain although it was quite waterlogged on our first walk – a path I remember from family walks as a child. The path had become overgrown, but along with other paths had been cleared during covid, and although secluded and partly overgrown, was very passable. It did have challengingly large puddles but with his help, we got through with dry feet. Despite the privacy, it was not a path that invited naughtiness and our walk was very sedate.

Our second walk – to counter our substantial brunches – was around a local nature reserve with a birdwatching hide. We genuinely got interested in the birds, and behaved with utmost decorum on the walk and in the hide we had to ouselves. I did however notice the benches(?) that were shaped like smaller versions of the solid vaulting horses one gets in school gyms. He, apparently was oblivious to the spanking potential, but when I later mentioned the odd benches told me they were not high enough!  

I was very excited about our third walk – not for erotic possibilities, but because it was genuinely something I found rather special. I discovered it some years ago – a quiet lane with a small graveyard that had the remains of some staff from a local asylum as it then was. It is one of those unexpected finds that is very special, although common knowledge to many. It is well hidden behind a wall with a very narrow opening concealing its unexpected secrets. I find it quite touching and atmospheric.

And there is a further joy which I can only describe as a cathedral of trees. These amazing trees are smooth-barked monsters that have shot up directly into the sunshine, as well as meander across and entwine, before starting their dramatic ascent. There is a silence and otherworldly atmosphere that gives the grove a sacred air equal but different from the nearby graves. And we were genuinely awed by them, by Mother nature and the atmosphere and stillness of the place. We were there in the damp dusk of a damp day and somehow that added to the atmosphere…

And I’m pretty sure it was him who noticed the perfect height of the smooth horizontal trunk of one particular tree before its ascent to the heavens. And it took no time at all for me to bend over and discover how perfect a height it was for me to receive some attention from my now Domly switch… He certainly proved the power he can pack into just the palm of his hand, aided and abetted by an interesting knobbly stick he just happened to acquire… The quick sneaky snap he took on his phone showed some impressive proof of his attentions, before my swift recovery.

I am sure the erotic energy we brought to our lovely natural cathedral added to the energy of the lovely giants we so admired.